Title:           Please Kill Me.
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/xKHPP9VG
First Edit:      Sunday 3rd of August 2014 05:15:27 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 3rd of August 2014 05:15:27 PM CDT

>Be Anon
>Be 16 1/2 years old.
>It's Christmas morning, and you're in your bedroom when you hear a knock
>"Anon, wake up! We have a surprise for you!"
>The voice came from your loving yet somewhat short-fused mother.
>You groan as you move yourself out of your comfy bed and move yourself to open the door.
>Don't wanna piss her off...
"Coming..."
>As you walk downstairs with your mother, she stops you before you enter the living room.
>"Son, remember when we found about your attraction towards...?"
>Your eyes widen momentarily at the realization of what she was about to say.
"U-uh, don't know what you're talking about..."
>Your face is contorted into a mixture of embarrassment and fear.
>"No! Anon, you have nothing to be ashamed about. We fully understand how you feel."
>Given that you want to fuck the equine posterior, [\spoiler] you either came from the strangest family ever, or they were trying to make you feel less ashamed.
>Chances are that it's the former, too.
>"So in loo of that, we decided to get something, or someone, special for Christmas!"
>We decided to get something, or someone
>Someone
>There's no fucking way they did...
>As you and your mother continue your way to the living room, your eyes widen and shock
>What the...
>How in the fuck did they..?
>Sitting under the Christmas tree, carefully and strategically wrapped in ribbons is....
>None other than Braeburn himself.
>A bow rests on top of his head, while ribbons criss cross over his colthood
>This fucking family, I swear...
>Braeburn stares at you with an unusual look in his eyes that you have never seen on someone, or somepony, before.
>"Come on, Anon~" Braeburn said, lustfully.
>"You know you want to~"
>"Don't be a pussy, son." your father told you.
>"You can do it , Nonny!" Your older sister backed up.
>You fucking people.
>You stride over to the awaiting and lusty colt.
>Braeburn is now sitting upright, presenting himself to you.
>"Go on, big boy~" played the ever so teasing colt.
>"Unwrap that present...."
>With bated breath, and an erection that could pierce the skies and the heavens themselves.
>You carefully undo the ribbons, and out comes Braeburn's arm-length horsecock with a spring.
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvMsbX7bw3k
>How the fuck did these shitty ribbons cover that?
>Braeburn stares deep into your eyes
>He knows that deep down, you want his massive meatlog.
>You crave his stallion sausage.
>"Go on, Anon. Give it a lick~"
>Your eyes go wide at the request.
>"Anon" your father said
>"How long do you intend to keep on being a pussy?"
>Didn't I teach you anything?
>"Didn't I teach you to fuck the horse dick?"
>You slowly but surely speed up your attack on Braeburn.
>He looks as though he's almost out of breath.
>His face his flushed red, and his eyes are half lidded.
>Your sister stared at you in amazement.
>"Oh my God, Anon. I never knew how good you were at sucking dick!"
>Probably better than you, bitch.
>"A-Anon...." Braeburn weakly choked.
>"I-I think I'm going to..."
>Your body is not prepared as Braeburn's seed explodes all over you.
>you have to close your eyes to avoid getting colt cum in your eyes.
>But when you open them.....
>You hear your alarm clock ringing.
>You suddenly realize that it was all a dream.
>He wasn't real, nor will he ever be.
>You will never get to pleasure Braeburn.
>You will never get to cocktease him to a spectacular climax.
>You will never be motivated by your family to work the equine erection.
>Why go on living?
>The door to your room opens as your mother enters
>"Anon, why are still asleep? It's- Oh, for fucks sake Anon, did you have the dream with the faggot horse again?"
>"You're 35 years old, son. When are you going to grow the fuck up and get a girlfriend?"
>FIN